Page 9 of The Hitman’s Obsession

I cry out as the pain tears through me. As my pussy stretches around his girth.

My God. He’s going to hollow me out!

But behind the pain is a wave of the most intense, incredible pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life, far beyond anything I’ve given myself while playing with my pussy and reading one of my books.

My back arches off the floor, and every nerve ending in my body bursts like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Roman doesn’t stop either. He doesn’t give me a second to get used to his cock.

He just starts thrusting.

In and out, in and out. I can literally feel myself stretching around him, like he’s molding my body to fit him and only him. And he truly is enormous. Every thrust impacts my cervix, adding a tiny hint of pain behind the pleasure.

Maybe most girls wouldn’t like that, but to me, it’s like the cherry on top of the sundae. An extra little treat that sweetens everything.

Speaking of cherries…

“I’m a woman now, Daddy,” I whimper, mewling as he pounds me, one hand on my ass and the other kneading my breast. “You made me a woman.”

“My woman,” he replies, his voice low and firm.

I nod. “Yours.”

His strength is overwhelming. I feel so tiny and helpless as he holds me down against the dirty floor and fucks me. But at the same time, I feel freer than I’ve ever felt.

Roman doesn’t judge me. He doesn’t think I’m weird or a freak.

He just wants me. And that makes me want him even more.

“You like my pussy, Daddy?” I ask, moving my hands to his broad shoulders. I pull him closer, close enough that I can smell his sweat.

A deep growl rumbles up through his chest. “You have no idea.”

The feelings inside me multiply by ten. I wrap my legs around his strong waist. This man can’t leave me. He can’t go anywhere.

“Tell me how good I make you feel,” I plead, desperate for his praise. He’s fucking me faster now, so hard that we’re on the floor and the bed is shaking.

“Yeah? You want to hear that?” he asks, spanking my ass with his rough hand. I cry out, nodding vigorously. I want to please him. I need to.

He leans even closer so I can feel his breath on my chest. “I know what you want to hear.”

He pins me with his words. I stare up hopelessly, helplessly, begging for him to speak. His cock stretches me as he bottoms out inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my hole.

He brings his lips right up to my ear and whispers, “You’re a good girl.”

Yeah. That does it.

My whole body shakes like an earthquake rolling through me. I may have made myself come a few minutes ago, but the orgasm that slams into me next is beyond anything I’ve ever felt. All thought leaves my mind. My jaw drops, and my eyes roll back in my head as my pussy grips down on him. To say I’m coming hard would be an understatement. I seriously think I might explode.

My legs tighten around his waist, and my nails bite into his back, but he says nothing. He just keeps pumping me, driving deep inside, hammering home the most intense pleasure of my life.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Take it. I know you love it.”

He’s right. I don’t just love it. I can’t even express the feelings flowing through me right now. Finally, as I start to come down, he grabs me by the hair and twists my face to his, forcing me to look at him.

But I’m out of it. I’m in some other world.

He slaps me gently. Just enough to snap me out of it.

My eyes focus on his, and I smile. God, what an Adonis. I couldn’t design a more beautiful man if I tried.